After Xin Ziwen finished talking about the imagination he had said countless times, he sat up from the bed and looked down at Xin Xiaotian.

"By the way, I have some good news for you today." Seeing that Xin Xiaotian hadn't opened his eyes, Xin Ziwen said deliberately, in order to arouse his interest.

When Xin Xiaotian heard the words, he really raised his eyelids and looked at him.

Xin Ziwen smiled again, the gentle curvature of the corner of his mouth made goosebumps rise.

When he said this, it seemed as if he was talking about love: "Your daughter, my Miao Miao, has come back and gave birth to four grandchildren for you, do you know?"

When Xin Xiaotian heard this, his eyes were no longer calm, and finally there were some changes. Apart from shock, he was pleasantly surprised.

But when Xin Ziwen saw the surprise in his eyes, a trace of cruelty flashed in the depths of his eyes, but he continued to say with a smile on his face: "Don't worry, I won't dislike her for having a child, I will treat her as a treasure. "

"Xin Ziwen, you!" Xin Xiaotian recovered from his joy, and when he heard Xin Ziwen say this, he raised his body and wanted to yell at Xin Ziwen, but he only lifted his upper body a little, and felt that his eyes went black for a while, and he fell powerlessly. went back.

He lay on the bed panting for breath, unable to recover for a long time.

Seeing him like this, Xin Ziwen seemed to feel distressed, looked down at him, and shook his head: "You have to take good care of your health, I hope you can be our officiant in the future."

"Don't even think about it! You won't succeed." Xin Xiaotian closed his eyes and gritted his teeth: "Miao Miao won't be fooled by you, absolutely not."

"That might be. After all, I have a secret weapon. Even if you are not enough, I still have my secret weapon, which is definitely enough." Xin Ziwen had absolute confidence in seducing Xin Miaomiao.

After all, he caught Xin Miaomiao's life!

He believed that as long as there was that secret weapon, Xin Miaomiao would obediently send it to his door.

The secret weapon?

"What do you mean?" Xin Xiaotian glared at him angrily, and began to panic for no reason, and an indescribable sense of fear invaded his whole body.

Xin Ziwen smiled and shook his head, but did not answer.

He turned his head to look at the person beside him, only glanced at the person, and the person nodded. After Xin Ziwen went out, he injected Xin Xiaotian with a tube of medicine, but he didn't know what kind of medicine it was.

Xin Xiaotian tried to struggle to prevent the other party from injecting himself with the potion, because he was very disturbed, and he wanted to think about what Xin Ziwen just said about the secret weapon.

But he couldn't resist the person who injected him with the potion, and as the cold potion pushed into his body, his thoughts gradually faded, until he lost consciousness, and he didn't think of anything.

After Xin Ziwen left the room, he recruited a subordinate, whispered a few words in that subordinate's ear, and the subordinate turned and left.

It was past seven in the morning the next day.

Xin Furong received a call, which was opened by a cemetery administrator.

The administrator regretfully informed her that Yang Rong's cemetery had been pried open and the ashes inside had been stolen.

When Xin Furong received this call, she wondered if there was something wrong with her ears, otherwise how could she hear such unbelievable things?

Yang Rong's ashes were stolen?

Even the dead are not spared, so insane!

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